Day 3 part 2

Alana was nervous. Pete had just walked off leaving her lying down topless on the beach with a lot of horny men. She pulled her clothes closer to herself, and heard footsteps approaching.
'Well, well. Look who it is,' said a voice Alana recognised. She thought back and when she realised that it was one of the opposition soccer players, she moved her arms to cover her boobs.
She felt a smack across her ass, and heard another guy move closer.
'Get up, whore.'
She stayed still, and felt another stinging slap across her ass.
'I said get up.'
She pulled the sundress around her back and managed to tie it up as she stood.
Both of the guys from the soccer field were in front of her, leering at her breasts. They were grinning like wildcats as they approached her slowly.
One made a move toward her and she turned to protect herself, but realised too late it was a feint. She felt a smack on her right boob, and her knockers jiggled side to side. She jumped back, only exacerbating the situation.
'I don't think that dress suits you. What do you think, Jerome?' one asked.
'I agree, Tom. Shall we help her remove it?'
'I think so,' he said, lunging toward Alana. She pushed him away and turned just in time to stop Jerome from snatching at her dress.
'What are you doing?' asked a booming voice.
Tom and Jerome bolted as Pete ran over.
'Are you alright?' he asked Alana.
'Yeah, but I'm ready to go, I think.'
'Alright.'
Alana sat down and grabbed her vest, and she pulled it on under her sundress, but the zipper would not do up at all, leaving her massive milk jugs fighting each other to squeeze as much flesh as possible through the gap. She grabbed her towel and they walked up to the car. They both got in, Alana in the driver's seat, and when she pulled off her sundress, Pete's mouth dropped wide open.
She saw his reaction, and feeling a sudden mischievous urge, crosses her arms under her breasts, enhancing the view.
She began to drive, and Pete finally stopped staring long enough to resume their earlier conversation.
'Do you know why Pauline is so suspicious of me? You've never cheated on her before,' asked Alana.
'No, I haven't,' Pete began, 'but, I mean, look at you. You have an amazing body, you're fun to hang out with, and obviously attractive. If I was going to cheat on her, it would be with you.'
Alana's mouth dropped open at this revelation.
'I mean… someone like you,' he said, but it was already out there.
They drove in silence from that point, and arrived at Pete's house to see Pauline standing at the front door.
Pete got out as Pauline glared at Alana. The glare shifted to Pete, and he was obviously uncomfortable as he approached his wife.
'Are you cheating on me?' asked Pauline, loud enough for Alana to hear.
'No,' Pete answered.
'Do you want to cheat on me?'
Pete hesitated for a long moment.
'No.'
'Do you find her more attractive than me?'
'Yes.'
Pauline slapped Pete.
'You prefer her fucking huge fake titties to my 100% real rack?'
'They're not fake, and yes.'
'Bullshit. They're as fake as they come.'
'They're not.'
'How do you know?'
Pete didn't reply.
'That's right. You don't know.'
'I believe her, though.'
'You know what? I'm done. You can fuck off. And I'm taking her apartment.'
She slapped Pete and stormed over to where Alana sat in the car.
'If you think he cares about more than your fucking huge fake rack, then you really are a dumb slut of a milk cow,' she yelled, causing all the people in the street to look over. She continued in a quieter voice. 'I'm taking your car and your apartment. I don't give a fuck if you disagree. If you want to live with that fucking horny bastard, suit yourself. Fucking enjoy your life.'
Alana watched, still trying to comprehend what just happened, as Pauline went to her car and rumbled down the street, giving them the finger as she passed by.
'I'm really sorry about that,' Pete said to Alana as she exited the car. 'You can stay here for as long as you need to.'
They carried their things inside, and both seemed to resolve to not talk about what just happened.
'Umm, Alana. Do you want to have a shower?' Pete asked.
'Yeah, where is it?'
'Upstairs, but there is a slight problem.'
'What?'
'The hot water system is broken in our shower, so it only provides enough hot water for one shower a day.'
'And you want to have a shower, too?'
'Yeah. See, me and Pauline used to share the shower, but…'
'Right…'
'What do you want to do?'
'I guess, if we have our back to each other, we could share…'
'If you're comfortable with that, then I guess we can do that.'
They went upstairs, and decided that it would be better if Pete went in first.
They both entered the bathroom, and Alana turned as Pete undressed. He went in and faced the wall, and Alana turned and stripped, keeping an eye on Pete. She entered the shower and turned around, but her breasts were in the way of the door. She pushed Pete back, and heard him groan, before closing the shower door. He turned the water on, and Alana grabbed the soap to start washing herself.
'Alana,' Pete said
'Yeah?'
'Can you move a bit. I'm stuck against the wall.'
'So am I.'
'Oh. Never mind.'
Alana, while talking, had stopped paying attention to her cleaning and she felt the soap slip out of her hand.
'I just dropped the soap. I'm going to turn around to get it. Okay?' she asked.
'Yeah.'
She turned and knelt down, but the soap was hidden under her massive breasts. She reached under to get it, but slid forward accidentally. She knocked Pete over and he fell backwards over her. Alana grabbed the soap and stood, as Pete got up. In the confusion, they had swapped positions.
Alana finished washing herself and handed the soap to Pete. He finished as the water began to cool down, and Alana turned the water off.
She felt a towel being passed to her and she hurriedly pulled it around herself. It barely covered her breasts, but it worked.
She waited for Pete to exit, and turned to follow him. He was clad in a towel around his waist, and it highlighted his erection. It was quite impressive, thought Alana, then realised the same could be said of her giant chest.
She turned around as Pete got changed, and when he exited the bathroom, she did the same. She pulled on a long pair of jeans, as well as her new black button shirt. She did it up as far as she could, but it was quite uncomfortable, so she undid a button. The shirt was now undone just over halfway, and it hung a fair distance from her waist below, due to her breasts pushing it out. It showed massive cleavage, and was surprisingly comfortable. She also pulled on the white sweater, and it fit nicely around her breasts, showing just a little cleavage. She exited to the lounge room, where Pete was just getting off the phone.
'Hey, Liam and Isaac just invited me to the Big Rack Nation concert. Is it alright if I go?'
'Oh my gosh! I love Big Rack Nation. Can I come?'
'Really?'
'Yeah. They're one of my all time favourite bands.'
'Alright. I'll get them to buy another ticket.'
As he began to text Liam and Isaac, Alana thought again why she loved BRN. Their music was extremely good, but the best part was that they always seemed to put big breasted girls in their place through various humiliating acts. Many big breasted girls thought that the name Big Rack Nation meant that they catered to girls with big tits, so they went and the girls with the biggest natural boobs and the biggest fake boobs were picked to go onstage. They always thought it was a good thing, but many girls had left in tears. The secret never made it out, though. Alana began to reconsider, but Pete announced that they had bought the ticket for her.
She figured her best chance would be to wear a loose shirt, so she selected the white one she had worn while running. If she didn't move too much, maybe they wouldn't notice her. Though, even with the shirt on, her breasts looked quite large, so she had to hope their were girls with very big breasts.
Pete was ready to go, so they exited and Pete got in the drivers side without saying a word.
They began to drive to the concert, still in silence, and when they pulled into the parking lot, they could see Liam and Isaac.
'Dude, you didn't say Alana was your friend,' said Liam, after the greetings had been made.
'She wanted to come.'
Alana and Pete were handed their tickets, and they made their way into the crowded concert hall. The ticket checkers looked at Alana, particularly her breasts, and grinned at each other.
Pete and Isaac led Alana, and Liam behind her, toward the front of the hall. They entered the second section from the front, and Alana was relieved to see girls with breasts bigger than hers looked in the shirt. The concert began, and Alana enjoyed the first few songs, though she avoided jumping up an down as she would usually do.
They finished their third song, and Alana knew the choosing was about to begin. She stayed where she was, remembering they always noticed girls hiding, and she didn't want to draw attention to herself.
They began with, 'We need a volunteer. Who here has the biggest fake breasts?'
All the girls with fake breasts, and there were a lot of them, were nominated. Two from Alana's section and another girl near the back were called forward.
Next, they said they needed girls with natural breasts.
Alana was nominated by a random guy in her section, and there were only about ten girls nominated, where there were close to 60 girls with fake boobs.
Two were called up, and Alana began to freak out when she was called, but a bunch of guys pushed two girls forward who had not been nominated as they were hiding.
One of the other choices was **** back into the crowd, and the two other girls nervously made their way up.
'Well, let us see who we have here,' said the lead singer. He walked past the six girls and squeezed the breasts of each of them.
'Very nice, don't you think?'
The crowd roared their approval.
'But, you know what, I think we need to see them in their bras.'
The crowd roared again.
The girls, freaking out now, were paired up, fake with natural, and told to strip off each others shirts. The quicker they were, the less punishment they get.
Most hesitate, but easily the biggest girl up there hurriedly pulls off her natural counterparts top. The others begin to move, and soon they were all stripped down. As that had happened, two boxes were wheeled out. The two slowest girls were ushered into them. Two lids were selected, and put on the boxes, with holes only where the girls breasts were. They were turned over, breasts facing down, and slid along the stage until they reached the crowd. The girls had been howling, but they began screaming as many pairs of hands felt their boobs. Meanwhile, the other girls were being asked questions about their breasts, masturbation and other taboo topics.
The two boxed girls returned, and as they were allowed out, a voice began yelling from the section opposite Alana.
'What?' the lead singer asked.
'You missed a girl with boobs bigger than all of them.'
Alana recognised the voice as Pauline, and her and Pete both realised exactly what that meant.
'Where?'
'Her,' Pauline answered, pointing in Alana's direction. The people in the direction Pauline was pointing began to move, and Alana went with them, hoping for the best.
'Can all the girls in that section step forward?' asked the singer, and Alana felt several pairs of hands push her into the open, along with six other girls.
'Line up facing the woman.'
Alana, freaking out, lines up at the back of the line.
'Not her,' said Pauline, and the first girl moved back into the crowd. 'Not her… not her... not her... not her…'
Alana prayed for a miracle as she saw Pauline's grinning face.
'Not her…' The last girl moved into the crowd. 'Her!'
'Come up here, please.'
Alana, all eyes on her, circled around and walked onto the stage.
A guitarist pushed her forward so she was beside the lead singer.
The singer nodded, and the guitarist pulled her shirt back. The crowd gasped.
'Wow!' the singer began. 'We will have to save you till last. Everybody, the concert will run a bit longer than expected. We have another feature.'
The crowd roared as Alana was ushered backstage.